Faye was made post adjutant this morning, which we consider rather
complimentary, since the post commander is in the cavalry, and there
are a number of cavalry lieutenants here. General Dickinson is a
polished old gentleman, and his wife a very handsome woman who looks
almost as young as her daughter. Miss Dickinson, the general's older
daughter, is very pretty and a fearless rider. In a few days we two
are to commence our morning rides.
How very funny that I should have forgotten to tell you that I have a
horse, at least I hope he will look like a horse when he has gained
some flesh and lost much long hair. He is an Indian pony of very good
size, and has a well-shaped head and slender little legs. He has a fox
trot, which is wonderfully easy, and which he apparently can keep up
indefinitely, and like all Indian horses can "run like a deer." So,
altogether, he will do very well for this place, where rides are
necessarily curtailed. I call him Cheyenne, because we bought him of
Little Raven, a Cheyenne chief. I shall be so glad when I can ride
again, as I have missed so much the rides and grand hunts at Fort
Lyon.
Later: The mail is just in, and letters have come from Fort Lyon
telling us of the death of Lieutenant Baldwin! It is dreadful--and
seems impossible. They write that he became more and more despondent,
until finally it was impossible to rouse him sufficiently to take an
interest in his own life.
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